Thank You, Thief!

Let me begin this post with a little story.

For Christmas, I received a phone. A smartphone. My very first smartphone. I quickly used it from everything from texting and Skyping to organizing, scheduling, and typing. I loved that phone. It was useful for more or less anything, anything at all!

Then one day in P.E., I left it in my backpack unattended while I ran. When I returned, it was stolen. Gone.
My mother said she wouldn't pay for a new one, fairly enough. So I decided to make the money myself. I had $30 saved. It was a $150 phone. I suppose I could have started mowing lawns or babysitting on the weekends or something, but that's just so boring. I decided to instead employ my artistic talents and try crafting and selling jewelry.

In my most recent post, "Industrial Hardware Jewelry", you saw a bit of my work. Is it good? Bad? I'm sure it's bad, since I have zero experience and absolutely no proper supplies. In any case, I have gathered no interest from customers. I've earned no money, but I have gained something else.

Simply put, I have discovered that crafting jewelry is so fucking much fun. I love it! i really love it! Maybe other people don't want my jewelry, but I will sure as fuck wear it! I will wear my funky weird jewelry and be PROUD! I've more or less unlocked a brand-new creative, productive hobby.

It's stimulated my creative thinking in a way nothing yet has. I've found myself looking at everything, everything, and wondering what I could make it into. Because really, anything can poentially be a charm on a bracelet or a stone on a ring or pendant on a necklace. Anything can be sewn or glued or cut into something cool and fucking awesome. I don't even care about making money from it anymore; now, it's just plain fun!
(That's not to say I won't still sell it if I have the chance. I still want a new phone. But that's not my immediate goal anymore).

And I owe everything to the fucktard who stole my phone.

This just goes to show you, there's a bright side to everything. I mean, I'll get the money eventually. When I start babysitting in the summer, it should be easy enough. But in the meantime, who cares? My cheap Tracphone can call and text well enough, and I've found a brand new passion! "There's no great loss without a little gain", someone once said. And it's absolutely the truest thing you can think of. Though, to be honest, i think I got the better end of the deal. The thief ended up with a shitty little phone that had the service cut off long ago. I, on the other hand, gained a lifestyle.

ENJOY THE PHONE, YOU BASTARD. I'VE GOT SOMETHING BETTER.